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Longmans, Green, and Company, 1892 - 202 pages
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Page 191 - What shall I render unto the Lord for all his benefits?" "The Now is an atom of Sand, And the Near is a perishing Clod, But Afar is a fairyland. And Beyond is the Bosom of God.
Page 138 - New horrors to adorn thy sahle hall ! 3 For the drear drama the drear stage prepare, Deck it with deluge, garland it with storm, Assemble all the Powers of Darkness there, And what I suffer let them then perform ! 4 Not long will they their fleeting parts sustain In the fixt misery I endure alone. To-morrow's sun will scatter to-night's rain ; When comes the dawn the darkness will be gone. 5 To-morrow will the storm have spent its force ; But mine will be to-morrow, and to-morrow The same unutterable...
Page 189 - My songs flit away on the wing : They are fledged with a smile or a sigh : And away with the songs that I sing Flit my joys, and my sorrows, and I. For time, as it is, cannot stay : Nor again, as it was, can it be : Disappearing and passing away Are the world, and the ages, and we.
Page 13 - And be my most gain'd your least given, if such Your sweet will be ! I reckon not the cost, Nor count the gain, by little or by much, Or least or most. Little or much, to me the gift I crave Is all in all. There is not any measure Of more or less can gauge the need I have Of that dear treasure. 133 So you but love me, tho' your love be cold, Mine it can chill not.
Page 3 - Marah," after the bitter fountain in the Wilderness. The note or the book is thus sounded in the prologue : Lured by the promise of a better land, They wander'd in the wilderness of Shur ; Vagrants from bondage fled, a weary band, Whose weariness each day made wearier ; And waterless was all the desert sand, No wells at hand ! A place at last they reach'd, in sore distress, Where water flow'd but from a bitter spring. Then cried they, " Here we die of thirst, unless God turn this bitter sweet...
Page 59 - ... kisses rubies good, And the proper use of precious stones thy little one knows well.' 4 So I took my pearls and rubies to the little one I love, She that loves me not. And, when her pretty eyes beheld them, wild Beat her little heart with eagerness its pride in them to prove, And she kissed and kissed me, weeping tears of pleasure like a child. 5 Still she wears them, still she shows them to her lovers with delight, And her little heart would break, I think, if one of them were lost; For the...
Page 81 - ... She took my gifts and turn'd them into pain. Each gift she made a bitter curse to be, Then, marred, she gave them back to me again. And this is all she ever gave to me. MARAH'S DOWER. Two Muses Marah's dower supply, And each a gift bestows, For all her looks are Poetry, And all her feelings Prose. LIFE. WHAT is life ? The incessant desiring Of a joy that is never acquired; And, instead of that joy, the acquiring Of enjoyments that are not desired. PERVERSITY. RESTLESS, unthankful, in a heaven...
Page 58 - ... are dead. 2 They and I became companions ; and their dusty shrouds were wet With my flowing tears, and warm beneath my kiss their white lips burned, Till the witch, whose grave-yard gatherings rare miracles beget, Wrought my kisses into rubies, and my tears to pearls she turned. 3 But she drained into each ruby's heart from mine a drop of blood, And a purity my spirit lost with every pearl that fell. Then she laughed, ' Good pearls thy tears are now, thy kisses rubies good, And the proper use...

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